“Go.” She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. She wants to brush me off, as if she’s not responding to my touch when she so clearly is. I don’t get it and I don’t know what to do with her blatant disregard for me as a person, so I do what I’m used to. What I know. What everyone expects. I play with her some more. “Yeah, a redo’s what I need ...” I keep going, step more into her, and speak even louder. “Maybe I didn’t quite leave my mark, huh?” Her eyes squeeze shut, quickly flicking open and narrowing in on me. There’s a heaviness behind them that has me slowly easing up.
